The words are written on the Scroll The cowards chastise with Silent Scold The indignant frowns of frightened clowns Who've forgotten the sight and sound of soul Masquerade as appointed Saints... condemn with enmity the unfettered Face And twist their terror up into burdens... Certain their concern for the herd is pertinent To the continuance of the human Race The Scroll is inCessant In cesspools of blessed dissent that strips The walking monument bare Tears the lessons from the grips of talking heads with inverse stares Glaring at the undisturbed players And swearing their prayers have been wearing Their sins Too loosely Too muzzled to reMember what life was and is Puzzling figments of favorite wishes That glow in Sees so full of fishes That all who perceive the Dream Shall Eat All who Scroll shall Feed their Souls Both old and News in pairs of truths Held together by AssUmptIons of youth Held to gather with no contact of Yous Yeah, You IcU InTernal Care Units Muting the beautiful smooth glare of.....who? Copyright Charleen Johnston 7-28-20
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